Poems by Sanjeev Sethi


Life Story

Acid of aloneness
is less caustic
than cussedness
of company.

Litterateurs  mention
little of lines,
more about lucre.
Czars of currency
pester me for poems.



In a song
I heard your name
and I kissed my palm.


As echo in tunnels
suggest existence of sound,
your name resonates
when chit-chatting with friends.

While I’m tongue-tied,
they use your name with ease
and I begin to envy them.

I should have loved you less.


New Year’s Eve

If velleities have their way I will
conquer a country. Citizenship
only for lovers of liberty.

Prerequisite: be yourself.
You’re beautiful with your ivories.
You’re beautiful without them.

We rubberneck only the rictus.
If dentures matter to you,
you will manage them.

Pablum? Reification?
Let me be.
I am lit up.



Whenever you drop by
you leave me
with a lyric.
Is it the smell
of your situation
that stirs my
or are you my scent?


Away From The Headlines

It takes twenty to hush a gas vendor’s huff
and hurry. To see a smile and sample patient
service, I tip a tenner to the postman every time
he brings me a book-post  and, to lure him not
to leave letters on the latch, to push them into
the letterbox, in case I am not there. I live alone,
chances are I may not be available.

Kaun asli ke ache din la sakta hai humare India mai?

Author of two well-received books of poetry, Suddenly For Someone and Nine Summers Later, Sanjeev Sethi is a mediaperson who has written for newspapers, magazines and journals. He has produced radio and television programs. His poems have found a home in The London Magazine, The Fortnightly Review, Solstice Literary Magazine, 3 Quarks Daily, Poetry Australia, Indian Literature, Journal of the Poetry Society (India), The Indian P.E.N., Literature Alive, journal of the British Council (India), Delhi Gymkhana Club Ltd Centenary Souvenir, The Statesman, The Hindu and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai.

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